It makes me crazy when people wear their shoes in my house. What habit/act drives you crazy? How do you prevent it from happening?
I couldn’t help but nervously laugh when I read this… I can get quite OCD and nitpick-y about people’s habits / actions and I know that I really shouldn’t. I need to just let things go, but I struggle to do so because I’m too busy taking everything on board, and taking it personally.
One of the worst offenders would have to be Hulk. There are a couple of small things he does that drives me bonkers.
One of them is doing all the laundry on the same wash cycle using the same detergents. Oh my fucking god… sometimes it just makes me want to scream. I’m very pedantic and OCD about doing the laundry – certain clothing and materials have certain wash cycles. For example… all our gym gear is supposed generally washed on a hand wash (gentle) in cold water using a specific washing liquid made for quick-dry and synthetic material, it’s then spun on a low speed (600-800rpm). Hulk, on the other hand will use normal washing powder and fabric softener (A HUUUUGE no no) and spin it on 1400rpm.
That in itself makes me crazy – and usually I have to either re-wash it, or put it through another rinse cycle to get rid of all the fabric softener. But then he goes that extra step and puts all my sports socks in the dryer with all the other socks. NYLON / SYNTHETIC MATERIAL DOESN’T GO IN THE DRYER!!! GAAAAHHHH!!
Or what else I find is that when he does the washing, he puts in soooo much fabric softener, so either when you hang it out to dry, or even after it’s dried, it has a bit of a greasy film over the fabric… most of the time, I end up re-washing my clothes. It does m head in.
The other thing he does is he always, always, puts the dishwasher on a Heavy cycle. Heavy is also the ‘pots & pans’ cycle, and always puts too much into the dishwasher. He also has a real knack of putting items marked ‘NOT DISHWASHER SAFE’ or ‘HAND WASH ONLY’ into the dishwasher, and then doesn’t understand why I go bananas when I unstack the dishwasher and find it in there. Because of this, parts of our blender are wrecked… and he doesn’t get it.
One of the other things that sends me into a table-flipping rage, is when I’m at work (on the ground floor) and people walk into our office and ask blatantly stupid fucking questions like ‘Is this the second floor?’.
…really? HOW MANY FLIGHTS OF STAIRS DID YOU JUST WALK UP!?!? NONE?? THEN GUESS WHAT GENIUS, YOU’RE STILL ON THE FUCKING GROUND FLOOR!!!
Or the people who will look at the giant sign of our company name, and then look around, and somehow, still feel compelled to come in and ask if we are some other organisation in the building.
…Really, bitch? Really?? Did you suddenly forget your alphabet today??
Now that I’m sitting here thinking about it, there are quite a few things that really don’t sit well with me…
Like people who don’t have a shower before going to bed after a night out. Or shower after sex. Or wash their hands after going to the toilet. Or the guys who somehow manage to pee all over the floor because they can’t seem to aim at the GIANT PORCELAIN TARGET IN FRONT OF THEM… Seriously, fellas… what. the. fuck?? Or women who insist on attempting to walk in heels, when clearly, they can barely stand up in them. You know the type… they’re wearing skirts that barely cover their vagina, and they walk like a newborn giraffe…IF YOU CAN’T WALK IN THEM PROPERLY, DON’T FUCKING WEAR THEM!!